pollen mushroom cloud of destruction.
What a week. I am so allergic to North Carolina. This spring has turned into one long, hazy, headache. At least there are flowers. At least there is some great weather. Pretty clearly understand the silver lining around the pollen-filled dark cloud thing people are always referencing. Or whatever, something like that. I’ve been finding inspiration in “Henry and June” by Anais...
Some are cheesy, yes. But I really love this... →
“I might be down in the dumps a hundred times, but each time I would clamber out again to good coffee on a lacquered tray beside an open fire. Each time I would clamber out to silk stockings and perfume. Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.” -Anaïs Nin
thelittlepariskitchen.com is such a darling little thing. I wish we could live in like ten different cities. I wish I could have small and charming apartments all around the globe. I need to travel like right now. I have the itch. More like, the chicken pox. An itch as strong as pox. Yes, scar-worthy itching to get out and see the sights.